From Now On, I Only Love You

As the fire grew more fierce, the cries for help from within the fire became too weak to be heard clearly.

Calvin let go of my arm and, eager to save people, he rushed into the fire.

I wouldn't let him have his way.

I purposely stifled a grunt and grabbed his hand, "Calvin, where are you going? My stomach hurts so badly."

Calvin was anxious, "Wendy, there are still people trapped inside, I'm going to save them!"

I gripped his hand hard, worried, "The firefighters are already on their way. You're not a professional. Are you going to rush in and get yourself killed?"

The people who escaped from the fire became more anxious than each other as they watched the fire, but no one dared to rush in.

No one was stupid enough to sacrifice themselves to save a stranger.

Calvin was different.

He was desperate to rescue his lover and illegitimate son.

He said, "Wendy, if I go in there any later, they could die."

I refused to let him go, saying, "If anything happens to you, how will our child and I survive?"

I touched my belly and burst into tears.

The neighbors also cautioned him against taking risks with the fire.

I knew Calvin was on the verge of a rage.

As long as Olive and her son didn't come out, he would not give up on saving them.

I would let him in later. The longer I delay, the more likely the two would be burned to death.

I wanted them to experience the feeling of being burned to death.

Even if they didn't die, they must suffer pain.

Calvin was furious and slapped me.

A male neighbor defended me and asked, "Your wife worries about you. Why are you hitting her?"

The neighbors were shocked, their eyes filled with disapproval.

Calvin shouted, "What the hell is it to you? You are so protective of my wife, are you having an affair with her?"

He began to speak out of turn.

The neighbor didn't take kindly to the insult and pushed him, retorting, "Your wife just escaped, but you ignored her and started asking about another woman and her child. Could she be your mistress?"

Calvin was so angry after being exposed that he turned to scold me, "Wendy, do you have any humanity at all? Can't you hear someone shouting for help? It's none of your business if I go to save someone."

After saying that, he pushed me away.

He pushed me with all his strength, and when I fell to the ground, I was choking in pain.

I knew I had to let him go.

Calvin ignored me who fell on the ground and fought his way into the fire.

According to the time, the security door was about to collapse.

I sat on the ground and counted the seconds with a worried and scared look.

Three minutes later, a loud boom echoed through the air, and the security door collapsed.

The sound of screams filled my ears, but I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

I saw the flames all over the sky and felt extreme excitement.

My abdominal pain didn't affect the joy in my heart.

It was nothing compared to the pain of being burned alive.

Not long after Calvin went in, the firefighters arrived.

The fire on the first floor was gradually extinguished and thick smoke billowed.

Several neighbors were successfully rescued, but that three people had not yet come out.

Soon, the abdominal pain came again, and a warm current flowed from under my body.

When the firefighters carried three unconscious people out, I screamed with all my might, pointing at the fire, "Calvin!"

But I couldn't stand up anymore.

My neighbor noticed my distress, saw the blood on my pajama pants, and panicked, calling for help, "She's bleeding."

The bright red blood in the darkness was like a gorgeous flower of life.

As I lay on the stretcher, I couldn't hold back the pain and fainted.